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Sunday Morning
03:07
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I’m brought down on a Sunday morning
After the week had left me mourning
Mary comes down to kiss my forehead
Lucy comes down to make my face red
I don't know what you see in religion
But I see what you see when I’m faced with this affliction
But onto the witch I blame this sickness
And unto the witch I mourn my grievance
I fought with God on a Sunday morning
I thought I lost when the car stopped running
Bloody little mouth, the face I’m used to
The body, the mind, the ropes you’ve tied me to
I don’t know if you feel any regret, yet
Now that the whole town knows our secret
I fought with you on a Sunday morning
And I lost when the blood stopped pumping
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So Long, Stubborn Thing
04:32
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Listlessness waltzed around me
Sang a sad tune
Played some good chords
I start singing lead
You went “ooh, ahh”
You can’t sing that well
I'm still chasing a sunset
That will not set
Until I look away
If you want it your away
You petty theif
You stole my innocence
You won’t have to call me
Say “I’m sorry”
"Was it all my fault?"
You and I are sinners
And when I do
You will follow suit
And I'll see you in hell
It’s time to live, to give up the bruise
so, so long, you stubborn thing
Fuck you
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